Wade didn't consider himself someone with memory problems. On the contrary, his memory was much better than in his previous life—and better than most of his classmates, too.
Barty Crouch Jr. assisting in Voldemort's resurrection isn't some trivial detail to overlook. It is far more important than the magic doll or invitation letter.
So why do I keep forgetting my purpose?
Holding the newspaper in his hand, Wade was just about to head out when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned to look at the girl on the sofa—the one who always seemed a little lost in her own world.
"Luna, can you do me a favor?" Wade asked.
"Sure!" Luna placed a bookmark in her book, closed it, and returned it to the lounge bookshelf. "What do you need me to do?"
"Come with me to the Headmaster's office. Once we see Dumbledore, remind me to take the newspaper out of my pocket and show it to him."
Wade spoke slowly, afraid that if he didn't spell it out clearly, he might veer off-topic again and forget.
Faced with such a strange request, Luna simply stared at him with her pale eyes for a moment and then said, "Alright."
She pulled on her coat and walked with Wade out of the common room. Along the way, she asked in a muffled tone, "Have you been followed by a Morpheus?"
"Morpheus?"
"It feeds on human memories, but usually it only eats painful ones. You must've run into a greedy one."
Luna said this with confidence: "If you read The Quibbler more, you'd know how to banish a Morpheus. I remember there's a very simple spell for it."
She tilted her head and furrowed her brow, trying to recall some spell that may or may not actually exist.
"The Quibbler?" Wade laughed. "I've actually been thinking about subscribing."
"Really?" Luna asked happily. "Then I'll write down the subscription address and payment details for you when we get back!"
"Great, thank you."
Wade wasn't really hoping to find a spell to get rid of a Morpheus—if such a thing even existed. He just thought The Quibbler was like Unsolved Mysteries of the World or Science Fiction Weekly—perfect for passing time.
As they talked, the two of them reached the third floor. From there, a corridor led to the main building and the tower where the Headmaster's office was located.
Just then, they ran into Theo and Ryan, who waved happily and said, "Wade! Come to the Great Hall with us for dinner!"
Wade checked the time and saw it was about right. He agreed cheerfully, "Sure!"
Luna looked at him in shock as he started walking toward his friends, then suddenly reached out from behind and tugged on his robe.
"Luna?" Wade turned back, puzzled.
"The Headmaster's office," Luna asked, "—aren't we going?"
"Why would I go there… oh!"
Wade suddenly realized, said goodbye to Theo and Ryan, and turned with Luna toward the tower where the Headmaster's office was located. He said apologetically, "Sorry, I almost forgot again."
"It's okay," Luna replied.
"Um, mind if I ask?" Wade said, "Why are you going to see Dumbledore?"
Luna widened her eyes and stared at him without answering—just let out a long, deep sigh.
Wade was confused. "What's wrong? Is it serious?"
"Very serious…" Luna muttered, "I'll go back and find that magazine for you…"
"For me?"
Wade didn't quite understand, but he knew Luna always talked like this—mysterious and cryptic—so he didn't press her for more. He just started pondering to himself.
Magazine… Morpheus… memory-eating…
Right, didn't I originally ask Luna to come to the Headmaster's office with me?
Why am I going to the Headmaster's office again?
Wade frowned, trying hard to remember.
…
"Peppermint humbug!"
The stone gargoyle reluctantly leapt aside.
The spiral staircase began to rise automatically.
Knock knock knock. Luna tapped the door knocker a few times.
"Come in," Dumbledore's voice said, and the door opened silently.
When he saw Wade entering the office for the third time that day, Dumbledore immediately sensed something was wrong. He walked over quickly with a serious look on his face, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's not exactly an emergency," Wade said as he walked in, pulled out a chair and sat down while gesturing for Luna to sit as well, "but I think this might be important for the school's future—and even the future of the wizarding world."
"Just knowledge isn't enough for students to grow. What's more important is how to use the power of that knowledge, and for what purpose."
He glanced at Luna beside him, nodded to himself, and continued:
"The toxic competition between Houses, the bullying among students, the blood status discrimination, and the prejudice and unfairness from certain professors—none of this helps students become better people. It only intensifies division, creates barriers, and even leads to hatred."
Dumbledore nodded slightly. "The problems you mentioned do indeed exist, but eradicating discrimination and hatred is destined to be a long process. Actually, the maze event is a good attempt at this, though such changes are not easy to notice."
Wade said, "So I think the school should be more proactive in making some changes."
"For example, professors should tell students which behaviors are right and which are foolish and wrong. We could also hold some kind of spiritual sharing sessions so that everyone can communicate their thoughts more directly."
"Why not?" Dumbledore smiled at Wade warmly. "Maybe starting next semester, we can hold similar activities... coincidentally, I have a very good reason for it."
He blinked and smiled mysteriously.
Wade guessed he meant the Triwizard Tournament and didn't ask further. He stood up and said, "I'll go back and refine my ideas... What I just said was spontaneous; if we really want to do this, a more comprehensive plan is needed."
"Of course, I believe that when you return to school in September, you will surprise me. Whether you succeed or not, I am proud of your effort and foresight. But Wade—"
Dumbledore looked at him intently and said gently, "You didn't come to me just for this spontaneous suggestion, did you?"
"There must be some other reason that's brought you here again and again, wanting to tell me something... Think carefully—what is it that you really want to say to me?"
Wade was stunned. He felt something was off and frowned, trying to recall.
Different images flashed through his mind: walking down the corridor... talking with Theo and Ryan... the aroma of food from the Great Hall... Morpheus... the Ravenclaw tower... Luna looking up and asking, 'What do you need me to do?'... him taking out a parchment from his pocket...
At that moment, Wade suddenly noticed that Dumbledore's gaze was somewhat unusual—cautious, as if looking at a patient with a hidden illness. This inexplicably made Wade angry.
Just as he was about to speak, his robe shook—Luna reached into Wade's pocket, took out a newspaper, and handed it to Dumbledore.
"He wants you to see this newspaper," Luna said in a drifting, sorrowful tone. "Please don't blame Wade. He's been tangled by a memory-devouring creature, so he keeps losing his memory."
Dumbledore took it and found it was a report from many years ago. He pushed up his glasses and carefully read it.
Wade looked at the newspaper, his eyes were full of confusion mixed with sudden understanding.
Luna looked at him with pity and comforted him, "Wade, if your mind is broken and you're not as clever as before, don't be sad—everything the heavens arrange for us has its reason."
Wade sighed helplessly, "Thank you, Luna. But I don't think my mind is broken; I think I've been affected by some strange magic."
He walked over to Dumbledore and stared at the face in the newspaper. Wade realized that only by doing this could he avoid suddenly losing memories related to this person.
"This is what I really wanted to tell you, Professor Dumbledore," Wade said seriously. "During the Divination exam, I saw this person—Barty Crouch Jr.—in the crystal ball."
"Is that so?" Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Miss Lovegood, dinner should have started by now. You'd better go to the Great Hall and eat. Oh, the roast lamb tonight is tender and juicy—you mustn't miss it."
"Alright." Luna glanced at the two of them, then stood up and left the headmaster's office.
Only then did Dumbledore ask, "Wade, what did you see him doing?"
"He was holding a baby with a snake-like face and eyes glowing red," Wade answered truthfully. "When I saw that baby, I just felt that he was… he was…"
"Voldemort."
Just as Wade faltered, Dumbledore finished the sentence and spoke the name they had both already suspected.
Then, Dumbledore touched his throat and then his head, and slowly said, "That is indeed rather strange."
"Strange how, Professor?" Wade asked.
Then he saw Dumbledore lightly waving his wand in small motions, as if conducting music, while chanting a long spell in an unfamiliar language. Suddenly, many thin, cloud-like golden streams of light filled the room.
After a while, the golden threads nearly filled the entire space. Suddenly, they retracted sharply inward. Wade instinctively took a step back, but the dense golden threads wrapped around him and then vanished.
Similarly, some of the golden threads disappeared from Dumbledore's body, making his beard shine with a golden glow for a moment.
Afterward, Wade felt as if a veil in his mind had been wiped away. He instantly recalled all sorts of information about Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr., and remembered his previously confused behavior, as if he had been drinking fake liquor.
At the same time, he also recalled something Professor Murray had said—
"It is said that some magical objects can even influence the thoughts of people worldwide."
"Have my thoughts been influenced, Professor?" Wade asked. "Has someone silently cast a curse on me?"
"I don't think it was targeted specifically at you, Wade," Dumbledore said. "Because even I have been somewhat affected. And I am confident no one could curse me directly without me noticing."
Wade asked, "So this is…"
"This should be a curse affecting the entire world, or at least all of Britain—a Forgetfulness Curse."
Dumbledore explained: "Voldemort doesn't want anyone to discover that he's trying to come back to life, so he cast an extremely powerful and widespread curse—the more you focus on thoughts related to him, the faster those memories are forgotten, and it even interferes with unrelated thoughts."
"No wonder my memory seemed to be getting worse before, and I even forgot that it was me who needed to find you, not Luna…" Wade murmured. "But… is such a curse really possible?"
"Voldemort may be the most skilled curse caster in the world. But… of course, relying on himself alone, even after his resurrection, he couldn't achieve something like this."
Dumbledore said lightly, "I think he must have used some dangerous magical objects … Just recently, I received news that the Department of Mysteries' Brain Room at the Ministry of Magic was broken into…"
Wade looked at Dumbledore's expression and said, "Professor, you don't seem worried at all. Do you have a way to completely break this curse?"
"If it's just about shielding certain individuals from its effects, yes, I can do that," Dumbledore said. "But to completely lift the curse, unless the caster themselves is killed, it's very difficult."
Just as Wade was starting to feel worried, he heard Dumbledore chuckle softly and say, "Besides, why would you want to lift it?"
"Professor?"
"Think carefully, Wade," Dumbledore encouraged and looked at him kindly. "This curse isn't as terrible as it seems. It's a double-edged sword—the other edge of the blade points right back at Voldemort himself."
Wade left the headmaster's office still puzzled. As he passed through the corridor and saw groups of students walking together, chatting and laughing, he suddenly understood what Dumbledore meant.
A terrifying enemy is lurking in the shadows, but everyone has unconsciously forgotten about the threat, giving him ample time to grow stronger—it is indeed unsettling.
But correspondingly, such an indiscriminate curse probably cannot precisely bypass certain people, for example—the Death Eaters.
Voldemort is a man full of ambition and hunger for power. Since his school days, he gathered followers around him, and after becoming the Dark Lord, even after his resurrection, he still had a large group of followers.
Though many among them were traitors, cowards, thugs, and lunatics, Voldemort neither cared for nor trusted his followers, yet he kept recruiting witches and wizards into the ranks of the Death Eaters, controlling them with harsh methods to achieve his goal of conquering death and ruling the wizarding world.
But what if… what if the resurrected Voldemort confidently summoned his subordinates, and the Death Eaters, under the effect of the curse, completely forgot their "master"…
If he still tried to rally werewolves, giants, Dementors, eight-legged spiders, and other dangerous creatures as in the original story, would they still believe and follow him?
Understanding why Dumbledore was laughing, Wade now found himself wanting to smile too.
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